fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
Let's Do Lunch!
"Hey, I'm on my way to court". "Good luck", Rhonda laughs. "I can't believe you pushed the matter this far over $60." "I'm no quitter. Today these people will learn who I am. I have a feeling they expect me not to show up. Anyway, I'll call everyone later."
By Phoebe Plowden5 years ago in Humans
“She” for Her
I despised myself and all the poor choices I had made in my life that now left with me only one option. She was the last thing I had left to remind me of home and my parents. I needed the money and my time was up. It turned out that $20,000 was the price to sell my soul and I needed every penny if I had any hope at redemption.
By Kevin McLenithan5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The sun had long left the storefront window as a soft breeze wafted through the open flower shop door. She stretched one final time before completing the last minute wedding order. She went over her Saturday checklist, noting delivery would be early. Turning off the lights, she laid her coat and purse over her arm, closed the door. As she walked the short distance to the bus stop to take her ritual Friday night trip to her mother’s house. Noticing the lamp over the bus stop was out caused her no fear in this neighborhoo, and her familiarity with the schedule knew the bus would arrive shortly.
By Carl Anthony5 years ago in Humans
Down on My Luck
I was jogging in the park, basking in the sun and endorphins of physical exertion when a hawk flew overhead, causing a blur of a bird to poop on my upturned head. My smile turned upside down as I gagged at the wet mass in danger of encroaching past my sweaty hair to my naked scalp. Scrunching my shoulders up and half-tiptoeing, half-running with my hand pressed to my hairline, I sought out the nearest food cart 50 yards away for a generous serving of glorious napkins.
By Darius Graeff5 years ago in Humans
Grandpas Gift
Part One FINALLY! Emerson exhaled as his eyes darted over his inbox, the email he had anticipated more then any other in his life had finally arrived! Without even clicking on the email Emerson knew by its subject - Welcome to Soar-Us Entertainment! - that he was about to get his big break in life. For years Emerson had ground away at life: he always struggled to hold down a job for more than six-month periods and his evenings were usually spent telling jokes on stage to ‘crowds’ of less then ten people. Life was not always kind to him nor was Emerson always kind to life. in fact, Emerson often used to proclaim to his small circle of friends that he was almost certainly cursed and nothing good would ever come to him. He swore that his life was meant nothing more then to be a tragedy - he never found a girl who understood him, and he believed his life was going to be a waste of good human organs.
By Andrew Coote5 years ago in Humans
The Highway
Charlie’s glasses fogged over the coffee he was pouring. He stifled a yawn as he filled the Styrofoam cup and checked the time: 4:47am. The gas station he was standing in was empty, except for himself and the cashier ignoring him. It was a dim establishment, but it was close to his house and had therefore weaseled its way into his morning routine: a coffee (which was always terrible), a lotto ticket (he was unsure if he purchased them out of hope or habit), and a stale donut (if he was feeling particularly bad about himself).
By Jack Biamonte5 years ago in Humans
From East to West
Lavender scented candles, dirty dishes in the sink, clothes on the bathroom floor, and leftover flower-scented bubble suds in the bathtub. It was a cold day in the middle of February, and Fitzwilliam Darcy was waiting for me in the bedroom. Got as far as chapter five in the first book of the Gentleman series, planning on going onto chapter seven tonight. I originally organized going out with some girlfriends to Cocoa 70 for a chocolate pizza to celebrate Galantine’s Day (yes, Galantine’s day), but since two out of four in the group got sick, we decided to postpone. Instead, I spoiled myself to a steak dinner and Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia, just wonderful. I was perfectly content with peace, good food, and a wonderful book. I had no need for Valentine’s Day. I’ve been free from a long-term relationship gone sour for three years and got to the point where I was happy enough to be Bridget Jones pre-Colin Firth (minus the smoking, excess drinking, and mom clothes). Failed dates and investing time in other men only to realize that you wasted it does that to you.
By Tamara Sapa5 years ago in Humans
Diamond and Pearl Have an Enemy
Gloria shoved the last of her grandmother’s moth eaten dresses and coats into the garbage bag. This one was all fur coats. One of the them was a fox stole with a fox’s actual face on the end of it, and a clasp that attached to its pointy little mouth. It hooked onto the other end, so you could have a beast’s head sitting right on your clavicle. Its poor, sad, dead eyes had been replaced by black shiny marbles.
By kristen dagg5 years ago in Humans
Creation
You’re probably wondering where I got it. Well, I’ll tell you. Not like you don’t already know. I mean, you are basically an extension of myself. You already know my deepest thoughts. Be that as it may, I still need to put it into physical form so that you’ll understand. Also, because thinking something and writing something are two very different things. After all, what good is a journal with nothing written inside? Not that you’re entirely empty either. You know things that no one else does. I never though myself much of a writer, but after receiving that small black notebook with a request from my dear friend, I figured I’d give it a shot. I found that the more I wrote, the more that I freed my mind from the endless drudgery of everyday life. At his request, I had begun recording not only my thoughts, but also my needs, my wants, my intentions, and my desires. Nobody knows this but myself. Not even my dear friend knows. You can never show vulnerability to others. If that’s one rule of survival, I know it well.
By Sierra Sandel5 years ago in Humans
